Page 24 of Wanted
My head hit the hard back of the sofa as Fylox pushed me off of Alex. We had removed the pillows because it gave us more room to lie in when we slept here, so I hit the hard surface. In the dead of night, they rumbled against each other. I couldn’t see their features. I saw only shadows dancing cruelly in the night.
“You fucking hurt her,” Alex spat at Fylox. I heard skin clashing. I felt the heavy thuds. One of them landed on the other. My pants were desperate, more out of shock than actual pain. Sure, it stung, but I’d never been shoved like that before. “We said we wouldn’t hurt her.”
“You asked for it.”
“Let me treat her.” Alex hissed, and I shuddered away from them. “You promised you’d give her a chance.”
Another thud. My entire body was shaking like a floppy fish out of water.
“You can’t fuck me up, Fylox. I have a career. People will ask questions. I can’t show up with…”
“Fuck you.” Fylox’s voice thundered through the room.You let the men handle it, all right, sweetie? Let’s go back to your room and tuck you into bed like a good little girl.“Fuck the both of you. I despise the living sight of you. I do. You remind me of everything I hate in this world.”
That was directed at me, and it hurt more than the possibly bloody wound on the back of my head.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to no one. I didn’t know who had hurt Fylox.Kamila, if you ever lie to your mother again, I will lock you up in the cellar. I mean it! You’re a disgrace!Perhaps I should make a run for it, finally, and leave them be. Fylox was only keeping me here as a favor anyway. “I’m sorry…”
Get your shit together, cunt. That’s not how my daughter behaves. Sober the fuck up!I came to my senses, gulping down nothing but my sanity.
Alex shifted out of Fylox’s wrath, reaching for me, but I flinched away. “Baby, stay there. I’m getting you some ice. I’ll turn the lights on to check on your head.”
“Don’t call her baby.” Moments like these, I realized out here, I meant nothing. People only loved me because I was their princess.Without your crown, you’re a commoner. I can take your crown away at any time, any day. Just say the word, cunt.
“I told you not to fucking hurt her, yet you did. So I get to call her whatever the fuck I want to call her.”
I ignored them. The voices were causing me a headache. I removed myself from the couch, taking a moment to stabilize my dizzy self. The world was spinning once again, but it wasn’t a result of my withdrawal. There was something sticky on the back of my head.
“It hurts.” Holding back a sob, I ran into the coffee table as I tried to leave the living room. There was heavy pounding in my head, making me lose orientation. This wasn’t me. Aram fucked with me, sexually and mentally, but he never put his hands on me like that. I wasn’t used to this.
With a heavy heart, I dashed out of the living room. My stomach twisted, making me gag. I heard the guys’ voices, frustrated and fuming. I didn’t look back when I locked myself in my private bathroom. I took a deep breath, leaning against the door. Then I turned to the mirror.Swallow. There you go. That’s a good girl. Did I tell you to move, cunt? Stop crying. We’re celebrating your dead mom’s birthday in… ten minutes. We don’t want your eyes to look all puffy, now, do we? No. You’ll laugh, and you’ll act like a heartless bitch who’s glad that her mom’s dead because now you get to take her place. Repeat after me…
It didn’t take long for the knocks to start. I turned on the light, lightly patting down the back of my head. I was losing blood. I’d never had an injury like that before. Fuck. Panic surged through me.
The knocks continued. “Let me help you.”
“Go away. I don’t need you.” But I did.
I inhaled. I exhaled, but the dizziness never wavered. I wanted to lie down. The bed appeared like a safe haven for me, but I didn’t want to get it dirty with my blood. I grabbed one of the small cloths that I used to clean my face and pressed it against the wound. I washed these cloths every day, cleansing them of the dirt. I pressed against the wound so that it would stop bleeding. Tears flooded my eyes, but I didn’t budge.
“Open the door.”
“I don’t want to see you.”
Showtime, Kamila. Show everyone who owns you. That’s right. It’s Daddy. Your king.
♥♠♥
Fortunately, the bleeding stopped. I washed the dried blood from my scalp, and then I took a shower, scrubbing my skin until it turned red. Until I almost shed more blood. My eyes were shutting, drifting off into nothingness. I was sleepy as fuck, but my determination helped me to power through it.
When I opened the door to my room with a towel wrapped around my body, I’d done so because I figured the guys had given up and left. They always left.Where’s Colton, sweetie?
Weston was the only one who stayed, and I had fucking disappointed him. I’d put my life in danger for a pipe dream. What good was it to leave Katantia when I spent two fucking months locked in a house with two guys I barely knew? They fucking hit me. I was furious with them but mostly with myself. I had allowed for this to happen. I had succumbed to the need for closeness.
I still had my hands. Nobody had messed with my pussy. I had a creative mind. If I wanted to get myself off, I would do it on my own. End of story. Fuck these guys for thinking they were allowed to touch me. I gave them way too many freedoms.
Kamila Ruby Wraith was a lot of things. She wasn’t a victim of women beaters.
Aren’t you the least bit ashamed of yourself? No? Well, I wouldn’t be either. Who cares who she is? Her cunt is mine to fuck. There’s no God on Katantia. Here, I am God.
